Born on a back world shithole to 1000 ISK hooker and a miner whose only claim to fame was a good head of hair. After escaping my wonderful homelife at an early age, I made my way stealing and selling until I could buy a decent set of clothes and fit in with the more "genteel" side of things. There I begged, borrowed, or stole my way to becoming a capsuleer. The rest, as they say, is history.